Zack: (Continues driving)

Dan: Take a right here. Cross the highway on this bridge, then we should see it.

Zack: (Does so, driving to the studio)

Dan: There it is.

Zack: Good (Parks car)

Dan: *Gets out*

Zack: Okay, so what room do you think they'll be filming in

What took you so long? :D

Dan: Somewhere in the back.

(Update glitch)

zack: Good (Heads to the back)

That again? I didn't notice it.

Here's Owen Waxman.

Owen: Okay, our next contestant is Tracy Citto. She is going to sing, and dance for us.
Tracy: *Excited*
Owen: And, action.
Tracy: *Dancing to Jazz Music*
Owen: Oh yeah, that looks really good.
Tracy: *Giggles, and continues dancing*
Owen: *Goes on stage, and slaps Tracy's ass*
Tracy: Yeah, take me!

Zack: (Bursts in) There's the child raping pervert right there

Tracy: Dad?
Zack: Listen to your father Tracy, this guy is bad news. *To Owen* You should be ashamed of yourself! I've known this mare since she was two, and helped her dad raise her to be a nice pony!

Dan: That's fucking right. I outta kick the shit out of you right here and now

Owen: Yeah, but we're on live camera!
Zack: *Uses a Desert Eagle to shoot the wires connected to the cameras* Now we're not!
Owen: *Running away*
Tracy: Dad, things were going perfect until you arrived!
Zack: Go home Tracy, he saved your life! *Runs after Owen*

Dan: (Chases after Owen) Get the fuck back here, you son of a bitch

Owen: *Gets into the Sarcasm, and drives away*
Zack: He took my car!! *Looks at a Mountain, and runs into it* Come on Dan, we're chasing him in this big rig.

Dan: Alright (Gets in the passenger seat)

Zack: *Drives, and follows Owen*
Owen: *Turns left, and goes over 50 miles an hour*

Dan: That bastard thinks we're gonna let him get away

Owen: *Takes another left turn*
Zack: *Follows* Where does he think he's going?

Dan: Wherever it is, were not letting him get away

Owen: *Hits a fire hydrant*
Zack: *Catching up*
Owen: *Floors it, and gets further ahead*
Zack: How does someone in a piece of shit car get so far ahead?!

Dan: It doesn't matter. We aren't losing this creep

Owen: *Turns left*
Zack: You're right. *Drifts to the left. The trailer hits a building, and detaches from the truck* Now we lost enough weight to chase this fucker!

Dan: Good (Waits for them to catch up)

Owen: *Turns right into a FedEx Shipping Center, then turns left to go down a hill, and onto the train tracks*
Zack: Bad move. We have better suspension. *Follows Owen on the train tracks*

Dan: (Keeps his eye on the car)

Owen: *Notices his car is slowing down* SHIT!! *Sees that the gas tank is empty* FUCKING ASS CUNT!

Dan: We almost got that son of a bitch

Zack: *Stops behind Owen* We have him now. *Gets out*
Owen: Please, don't hurt me!!
Zack: Oh, we won't hurt you. We'll embarrass you though. *Takes out his phone, and starts recording Owen* Now, tell everyone you're a homosexual, and that you won't be fucking anymore mares!
Owen: Ugh!! I'm a homosexual, and I won't be fucking anymore mares. I want stallion's asses more than anything!!
Zack: *Finishes recording* Okay, that oughta keep you away from the mares for a while.

Dan: Good. Come on, Zack, lets go

Owen: I've learned my lesson!
Zack: Shut up, and go home!! *Gets in the Mountain, and drives away*

Dan: (Walks back to the street where he will probably hijack a car home)

Five more cars have been added to the list of cars: link

Richard: *Calling Dan*

Dan: (Answers) What?

Richard: I just wanted to see how you were doing. What's up?

Dan: I'm doing fine. I just embarrassed a child molester, so..... you know

Richard: Why don't you meet me near the Gateway Arch?

Dan: Sure thing

Richard: Good. I'd like to see you again.

Dan: Alright

Richard: *Hangs up*

You have 3 cars parked near you. An orange '65 Lightningbird, a black Ranchero, and a white Prius.

I'll choose the Prius

I knew it.

(Okay)

Once the car starts, this song plays on the radio: link

Dan: (Drives to the location)

Richard: *Parks his white Lunastar 22 near the arch, and walks towards it*

Dan: (Keeps driving)

Richard: *Standing under the arch*